"This matter is not trivial, so we'd better not get involved."

The major evil forces in the black market did not extend a helping hand and immediately launched a defensive formation for fear of being affected.

The Demon Cult monks in the Pearl Pavilion secretly breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the Ten Directions Heavenly Thunder Formation was successfully activated.

Although they were confident of taking down Zhang Ruochen and the Blood Moon Ghost King without the Ten Directions Sky Thunder Formation, they would definitely suffer heavy casualties, and even the entire Zhuguang Pavilion would be destroyed.

They cannot afford such losses.

The master of the Zhuguang Pavilion glanced at the formation wheel above his head, nodded with satisfaction, stood up, and said loudly: "Zhang Ruochen, if you stop now, it's still too late. If so, the power of the Ten Directions Sky Thunder Formation will descend.

, even if there is a ghost king to protect you, you will only end up being destroyed."

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said: "I can't hold back anymore. It's destined to be a life-or-death battle between you and me tonight."

"You are looking for death."

The Master of the Pearl Pavilion locked his eyes on Zhang Ruochen, and wisps of black demonic energy surged out from his fingers, forming circles of ripples, breaking through the ghostly energy emitted by the Blood Moon Ghost King.

From this alone, it can be seen that this person's cultivation level is unfathomable and he may have entered the holy realm.

However, before the Master of the Zhuguang Pavilion could launch his attack, a thunderbolt as thick as a bowl fell down from the center of the formation wheel above the sky, hitting him squarely on the top of his head.
Chapter completed!